Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Blank Noise


I'm making blank noise

Muffled screams. Stifled gasps. Choked sobs.
Your love is my bleach. My aphrodite. My bread and butter.

Will you shoot the demon of my soul? Will you eat my cancer? Will you kiss my open sores?

Don't you hear me?


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